In Love With Shakespeare

Body betrayed

Those long fingers slid further down my flat belly, and my professor observed a little drily, "The effect of the love-butter on the clitoris tends to be particularly remarkable."

For a moment, I felt like I was in the middle of some weird science experiment – weird, but good!

"Is that right?" I said as innocently as I could. I have to say that it's difficult to sound entirely innocent when you are kind of grinding your butt up and down your professor's sticky finger in the middle of her office hours, but, hey, it was as innocent as I could muster!

Oh fuck, she was sooooo deep in me now! And not just one finger either. Professor East had pushed two inside me just as far as they would go, and she was kind of massaging the tight wet walls that clung to her. I think I was pretty much whimpering at this point – like a Uhh, Uhh, Uhh – and I could feel this weird wet warm inflammation kind of spreading around her nimble fingers and then seeping through my entire body and even my brain.

Was she going to touch my clit too? The fingertips of Professor East's other hand seemed desperately close to the quick of me now, just basically walking delicately on my little waxed area like a small tickly spider, getting closer and closer and then pulling back just a little, like an insect pulling back from a pond.

I was almost mad with anticipation.

Part of me wanted to call out at the top of my voice, like "JUST FUCK ME HARD!"

I know, I know! I'm really sorry if that sounds crude, but can you understand how I was feeling, dear reader? Maybe you can. Maybe you're even a little 'worked up' yourself? A little impatient? A little anxious for some release. I'd certainly like it if you were. I mean this was such an incredible moment for me. It'd be nice to 'share the love' a little, if you get me.

Maybe we could all come together?

Sorry, that was inappropriate! For all I know, you may be reading this or listening to it on a train or a plane, and I certainly don't want to cause a scene!

Anyway, to get back to my account, I was basically just so incredibly hyper-aroused by this point that I was literally shaking like a little leaf in Professor East's expert hands. I still had my legs sort of tied together by my own half-removed panties and I felt deliciously controlled but also, in a way, incredibly powerful, like I was somehow hijacking my professor's powerful mind with just my presence and my slim, smooth, bent-over body.

I felt like we trusted each other.